Dreamworld.A Poem by Michelle Anselm
LIFE is but a dream, violent and obscene
All that you see is not what it seems A nightmare? Or mediocre melodrama Maimed memories muffled and Misunderstood. Comprehension, consecration, condemnation Locked doors, closed portals to reality Living, breathing blasphemy, to no offense Betwixt feather and fig leaf lies the Skeleton Key, break the spine Let the cerebral fluids flow Trickle down, deep, dark into the abyss Of The magnitude of colors come full circle Joiningtheirbodiestoproduceuncertainty. © 2011 Michelle AnselmAuthor's Note
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Added on August 4, 2011 Last Updated on August 5, 2011 Author
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